A beach

"Hey, it's the beach!" she exclaimed, earning a number of amused looks, and a number of lustful ones as well. She purposely crossed her long legs for their benefit, forgetting that she wasn't wearing panties. Oh well, her legs were close enough they couldn't see anything anyway.

Reaching up Bria pulled the strap to signal the driver and waited for the bus to reach the stop. As she moved to step off the bus she gave her admirers one last teasing sight as she turned faster than she needed to, making her skirt flare out and up, showing the barest (literally) glimpse of her ass cheeks.

"Savor the memory boys," she murmered, walking toward the sandy shores of Hollywood.

It wasn't until she actually reached the beach that she remembered that she didn't have a swimsuit on anymore and had no money or credit cards.

"Dammit," she muttered, looking around. Maybe she could get a boy to buy her one if she flirted a little. Boys loved to dress her up, especially in skimpy things.

Scouting things out she noticed some old guy with a camera, a couple of guys her age checking out the girls, a beach store, a big crowd of guys gathered around what looked to be a stage, and a tent that seemed to have a constant stream of traffic going in and out to a van parked nearby.